Do you ever feel like you're being punished for something and you don't even know what you did?
Maybe it's karma.
Because really, how many times in one ward can you be called to teach Sunbeams?
Because in almost seven years, this is my third time.
I've worked with four primary presidents and "team taught" with eight women (all of whom, amazingly enough, were magically released after just a few months of the calling, while I wasn't).
When they called to know if I could meet with a member of the bishopric, I almost screamed because I already knew.
I've never said no to a calling, but this time, I really, really wanted to.
Not because I don't love all of the kids in the class.
I really do (except maybe one. Ok, so two).
They're sweet and cute and hilarious.
But, there are ten of them.
I don't care who you are, ten three-year-olds in a tiny room for a forty minute lesson is eight too many for me.
You spend the entire time trying to get one half of them to be quiet and the other half of them to sit in their seats and by the time church is over, all you can think about is how you, as a Mormon, could have a nice, stiff drink without anyone knowing.
And by the time you get home, all you want is a nap and to forget that the day ever happened.
And then you have to deal with your own child and being in the third trimester of a pregnancy, patience comes at a premium.
Heaven help me.
Because it's only been a week and already I'm about ready to quit being a Mormon all together.